days of wine and roses
-andy williams

the days of wine and roses
laugh and run away
like a child at play
through a meadow land toward a closing door
a door marked 'nevermore'
that wasn't there before

the lonely night discloses
just a passing breeze
filled with memories
of the golden smile that introduced me to
the days of wine and roses
and you

(the lonely night discloses)
just a passing breeze
filled with memories
of the golden smile that introduced me to
the days of wine and roses
and you-oo-oo